Chapter 169


    Izabe was running low on money, and Amelia asked her, "Do you want to see him after his


    surgery?"


    Izabe said, "Nah, I better not." Lucas probably didn''t want to see her right now.


    She didn''t want to upset him when he was at his most vulnerable after surgery.


    Izabe said, "Just help me find him a careful caretaker. As for the medical bills, I won''t pay for him


    if he has money on him." Lucas had just gotten ten million from Heckterst week, so he probably


    hadn''t spent it all yet.


    Izabe said, "If he doesn''t have money, give me a call."


    Amelia nodded and asked with concern, "Are you feeling better now?"


    Izabe said, "Hmm, thank you, Amelia." If it wasn''t for Amelia, she might have gotten stuck in a


    dead-end this time.


    Izabe nced at her medical report again and put it back in the file bag, "I''ll leave this with you for


    now. I''ll head home."


    Amelia said, "Get some rest. The trial starts the day after tomorrow. Be in good spirits and don''t let


    Brett underestimate you."


    Carrying a bag of medicine, Izabe deviated from her direct path home and made her way to the


    end of the hallway. There, a wide window stood open, inviting her gaze towards the towering


    buildings outside.


    Perched on the fifth floor of the hospital, the autumn wind carried a distinct chill, noticeable even


    from within. The brisk breeze gently caressed her face, causing her pores to contract. A shiver ran


    down Izabe''s spine, momentarily jolting her awake from her reverie.


    She took out her phone from her bag and called Brett.


    She was so familiar with Brett''s phone number that she didn''t even need to search for it.


    Looking at the familiar number, Izabe pursed her lips and hesitated before pressing it.


    The call went through, and after five rings, the other side leisurely picked up.


    "The trial starts the day after tomorrow, and you''re calling me now. If you''re withdrawing thewsuit,


    I''ll pretend nothing happened and treat you well like before," Brett said confidently over the phone.


    Izabe''s grip tightened around her phone as she unconsciously retorted, her toneced with


    sarcasm, "Oh, just like before? pping me in the face, or treating me like a lover at night and then


    expecting me to serve you like a maid during the day?"


    Brett was taken aback, his expression betraying his astonishment. After a prolonged silence, he


    finally mustered a response, "Izabe, I genuinely saw you as my wife, you know. Don''t be


    ungrateful."


    Izabe''s eyes brimmed with heavy sarcasm as she scoffed, "Well, why don''t you just make Kaley


    your wife then?" Her question carried the weight of usation, as she continued, "Was it you who


    severed Lucas'' hand?"


    Brett remained silent, but Izabe interpreted hisck of response as an admission of guilt. Within


    her heart, she held a scale, and every misfortune that befell those around her seemed to confirm


    Brett''s culpability.


    "I greatly underestimated the depths to which you would sink, Brett," Izabe remarked with a


    mixture of disappointment and disgust. "You''re willing to do anything to manipte me, but you''ve


    With that, she hung up the call, straightened her expression, and went back to the elevator. The


    elevator doors were reflective, and Izabe looked at her pale reflection in the mirror. She didn''t


    know if it was because of the cold wind or her emotional ups and downs, but her head started to


    ache.


    Brett was sitting in the chair, looking exceptionally annoyed. A wave of anger surged up in his heart.


    He casually threw his phone onto the table, a light motion that made a loud noise.


    Liam brought some documents to the president''s office and heard a sentence from inside.


    "I don''t know what nonsense she''s talking about. Stupid and gutsy!"


    Liam was quite frightened, sensing that Brett was in a terrible mood now, and thought he should


    avoid him.


    Just as he was about to sneak away and pretend nothing had happened, Brett''s voice suddenly


    came from behind him.


    "Bring the documents over."


    Liam went over and put the documents on the table, not knowing whether to stay or leave.


    Brett''s expression was still awful, and as he flipped through a few pages of the documents, his


    displeasure only grew. He threw them on the floor and shouted, "Have them redo it!"


    These days, Brett''s terrible mood had been making everyone in thepany miserable.


    "Yes, I''ll arrange it right away." Liam picked up the "pile of waste paper" from the floor but was


    suddenly stopped by Brett.


    "Did you know that Izabe''s brother Lucas had his hand cut off?"


    Liam was taken aback, "What? How did that happen?"


    "Izabe just called me, and she thinks I cut off her brother''s hand."


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    Now Liam understood why Brett was in such a bad mood - he was being falsely used by


    Izabe.


    But it wasn''t her fault for using him because he''d done those things and said those words


    before. Didn''t he know that?


    "Isn''t this because of all the things you''ve done before? You''re the one who''s wrongly used her,"


    Liam muttered.


    Brett heard him and frowned, "Are you speaking up for her?"